Sophia felt like she was floating, except when Grace bumped a trike or scraped alongside a car. The road narrowed out as they left the town behind, and became lined by shacks, trees and the occasional preoccupied dog. A warming sensation flowed down her spine and panic seemed to flitter away. In its place, a pain greater than her broken bones and skin. Freeman was gone. Benito was gone. Schlosser was gone. She couldn’t hold it all together any more. Too much. It flowed from her in racking, gasping sobs that filled her vision and clogged her nose. It seemed endless. She knew it would be endless.
She didn’t care if Grace saw her like this; she didn’t care about anything any more. At this point, she didn’t care if the shocktroopers caught up with them. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to
